Don't Speak 3
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(Still Sev)
I could not believe it.We had shared one amazing night together and she up and left me, without explaining a thing. I suppose the first feeling that went through my head was denial, maybe she had gone out to get coffee? Then came shock and surprise, I definitely had not seen that coming. Anger, how dare she leave me like this? Finally, I was overcome with sadness, and sorrow. Why, did the love of my life do this to me? Could she not see she was breaking my heart?
I took a shower, without letting my mind drift to her, that night, or the wrenching pain on my heart, not metaphorically, but physically. Maybe there was such a thing as heartbreak. Oddly enough, my breathing was coming in shallower breaths, probably because of the searing pain that went through the left side of my chest every time I did manage to inhale. Oh bloody Merlin, was I having a heart attack? I may have been forty, but I was far from unhealthy. The shooting pain through my left arm confirmed what I had suspected. I, Severus Snape, a healthy man at the age of forty, was having an experience more prone to an obese sixty-year-old.
I stepped out of the shower, ready to Floo to St. Mungo's, before realizing I was stark naked. I donned my robes, mostly with my right arm and spells, then Flooed to the hospital.
"Professor Snape?" a nurse inquired, "do we need more potions?"
"No," I gasped. "I believe I am having a heart attack." Well, that changed her expression pretty quickly and within five minutes I was lying in bed in the Special Care Unit. Soon, a doctor entered.
"Hello Professor," a young man smiled. I read his name tag. Seamus Finnigan? That Gryffindor idiot (weren't they all?) that I had taught was going to be treating me for a heart attack? Merlin kill me now! "We've hooked you up to several anti-clotting potions for your heart attack..." Wonderful, some incompetent fool's soup of a potion 'saving' me. "...and before you say anything about some incompetent fool having brewed it, this one was made by none other than Miss Hermione Granger, the best and brightest of St. Mungo's."
Well, that was enough to give me another coronary. "She won't be treating me at all...will she?" I asked, since I knew what an awkward moment that would be.
"I highly doubt it Sir. She's simply our Potion Brewer, she rarely sees patients." Finally, the dolt gave me a Sedating Potion, and I fell into the most restful sleep I have had in months.